Wizard Earl

Chapter 611 Taking Action

However, the arrival of the long-awaited public carriage did not seem to make Varga happy at all. In fact, she seemed to have sensed something, and frowned slightly. Then, without hesitation, Varga turned into a nearby alley.

"Boss! This woman seems to have spotted us, what should we do?" Watching Varga quickly disappear into the alley, the coachman, wearing a blue raincoat, whispered as he drove the public carriage.

Hearing his subordinate's reminder, Tusam, the only passenger in the public carriage, slowly opened his eyes. A glint of light flashed in his dark pupils. To prevent this genius apothecary from discovering his presence and unknowingly boarding this public carriage specially designed for her, Tusam had completely held his breath and concealed his aura. However, it seemed he had still failed at the last minute. Although he encountered a setback right from the start, Tusam showed no frustration. He said in a deep voice to his subordinate, disguised as a coachman, outside the carriage, "I understand! Charles, you can proceed with the plan and meet up with Insigne!"

Without a moment's hesitation, Tusam vanished from the public carriage in a flash...

A few minutes later, Tusam, dressed in a black raincoat, appeared at the crossroads of an alley. Tusam was wearing a mask with mysterious black and red patterns engraved on his face, making him look as terrifying as a ghost crawling out of the abyss. After looking around and thinking for a while, Tusam waved his large hand under his raincoat, and a small stone that had been lying quietly in the corner of the intersection was sucked into his hand.

After holding the small stone in his hand for a while, a faint smile appeared on the pale face under the Tusam mask. Then, without hesitation, he turned around and rushed towards the intersection on the left.

Since learning from Martina that Varga could concoct purifying potions for him, Tusam did not act immediately at Dr. Ivanka's private hospital. Instead, he fell into deep thought. He didn't know if what Martina said was true, nor did he know why Martina would tell him this information. However, after weighing the pros and cons repeatedly for a day, Tusam decided to take action.

Old Victor only gave him a week, and now the deadline is fast approaching with only three days left. Ever since witnessing Connor's formidable strength in the swamp battle and having a conversation with Old Victor at the Oyar noodle factory, realizing that Old Victor wouldn't let him go, Tusam has completely lost the idea of ​​becoming Old Victor's knife and fighting to the death with Connor Ferguson, such a formidable opponent.

Tusam felt it was time for him to awaken. He no longer wanted to fight for anyone; he only wanted to fight for himself! For freedom! However, the most pressing obstacle preventing all of this was—the demonization of his body!

To break free from this shackle permanently, he needed the Purifying Potion. Martina's words were like the only rope he had to pull through the vortex. Tusam knew that if he didn't obey old Victor's orders to kill Connor, he would have no choice but to go find Varga immediately, since old Victor wouldn't give him any more time in a few days.

To survive, he must obtain the purifying potion from the secret society's genius wizard named Varga, then quickly leave Rune and disappear to evade the society's pursuit. Otherwise, even if he leaves Rune now, without the anti-magic potion provided by the society, he will be completely demonized, lose his mind, and become a beast that only knows how to kill, within a year to half a year.

"Who is this person? Why is he following me...!" Varga, who was moving quickly through the alley, sensed the mysterious person wearing a black raincoat and a strange mask relentlessly pursuing her from behind. Her brows furrowed slightly, and a solemn expression appeared in her eyes.

Varga had no prior warning about her current situation. She had no idea why such a mysterious person was following her and chasing her.

Despite it being her first time encountering such a situation, Varga remained calm and her mind raced. The public carriage at the station had been well hidden, and Varga hadn't sensed any energy fluctuations or anything about wizards from it.

But what truly made Varga sense something was off about the public carriage was its speed. This wasn't the first time Varga had ridden this route; she'd taken it every time she went to the safe house to meet Connor. Varga knew very well how many people usually rode this carriage, and with the torrential rain, there should have been even more passengers than usual. The speed of the carriage just now was far beyond what a fully loaded carriage should be moving at, giving Varga a sense of impending danger…

Varga frowned, surveyed the nearby streets, and then quickly entered a park ahead. In Varga's mental perception, the mysterious person behind her, wearing a black raincoat and a mask, was much faster than her. The distance between them was getting smaller and smaller. At this rate, the mysterious person would catch up with her in at most a minute.

Just now at that crossroads, Varga had already tried to shake off the mysterious man. She used some powder to cover her true aura, hoping to lead him in the wrong direction. Unfortunately, Varga's usually invincible move had no effect on the mysterious man. Since she couldn't outrun him and couldn't get rid of him, Varga had no choice but to fight. At least this way, Varga could choose where to fight!

A minute after entering Varga Park, Tusam arrived at the park entrance. Looking at the lush trees in the park, a playful expression appeared on his face behind his mask. He then looked up at the rain, which had subsided, and rushed into the park without hesitation.

"Click click click..."

Following the scent of Varga he sensed, Tusam's leather boots pounded on the muddy ground of the park as he walked slowly into the deserted depths. His eyes, visible beneath his mask, scanned the surrounding trees.

(End of this chapter)